“Are you fucking serious?”
She winced, “I’m sorry, I?—”
“Why the fuck are you apologizing for something like that?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know, I never want to assume.”
I scoffed at her, my head shaking. “Let me tell you something straight right now,alwaysassume that I fucking want you. With you I’m everything I want to be. With you I’m lit up from the inside out. You inspire me, challenge me, make me better, turn me the fuck on. You take me there, Ally. Wherever it is I need to go. How could you think I wouldn’t want to make what’s between us official?”
Shrugging again, she answered, “Well, you didn’t mention anything about dating in our agreement and?—”
I sealed my lips over hers before she said a single other word.
“Rhetorical question, gorgeous,” I growled over her lips. Laughing, I nibbled at her perfect smile. Pressing mine to hers in question that she immediately answered by the parting of her lips to let mein. The soft pass of her tongue against mine sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with cold. An exhilarating feeling skating across me, like I’d just been granted the most important gift of my life. “We fit so good.”
“Really?” She shuddered.
“So good,baby,” my voice went gruff, husky,dazedand I couldn’t help smiling again as I sealed myself to her, unaware or just not caring about who could walk in on us at any time. Lowering my voice, I murmured across her lips, “Does my girl need to be reminded how good?”
Her breath hitched, her eyebrows raised. “Your girl?”
“Always my girl,” I admitted. “Have been from the moment you walked into my damn shop.”
It felt good that from associates to friends with benefits to having feelings for each other, it didn’t matter what we called ourselves anymore–because it turned out that she needed me the same way I needed her.
Body and soul.
Chapter Thirty-Three
ALTA
A. Harper:
Morning, beautiful.
I was still blushing a week after Thanksgiving when Harper walked me out of the downstairs kitchen, past my eavesdropping family and straight upstairs to my mother to say goodbye in the politest way possible, before he drove me back to his shop and did so many impolite things toshow me how well we fit.
I would never look at the room the same.
Now, on top of blushing every five seconds, he had me giggling at mundane text messages too.I was stupid for this guy.
I shouldn’t be so easy, but the fact that he sent morning messages every day in the weekfollowing our big talk—the one that I’m pretty sure… maybe… probably made me his girlfriend—never seemed to get old.
The fact that it was almost always followed up by something that was so totally Harper that it made my head shake made it even better.
Today, the message that followed was a link to a listing at the local animal shelter. A litter of kittens had just been found outside of Providence and the cutest ones were going fast.
A. Harper:
How allergic are we talking? Think I can swing it?
Me:
Harp, no! You’ll never have any peace again!
A. Harper:
I’ve been out of my peace for a year now. Who’s going to take responsibility for that?
